Chapter Eight
When I went to babysit on Friday evening, and the Monday after that, I didn’t get to see Mason either day. He’d already left for his “country club” job by the time I arrived. And Dawn got home from work before he did on both nights, meaning he’d stayed late…with a client, no doubt.
The thought made me burn with…I don’t know. Lots of emotions. Anger, jealousy, sadness, depression. I was pretty much a tangled, hot mess inside.
And his mother forgot to pay me—yes, on both nights. But then, Mason had warned me she was a tad on the forgetful side when it came to settling her debts.
The only bright spot on both of those evenings had been getting to spend time with the sweetest little girl with cerebral palsy on the face of the planet. I was quickly falling in love with Sarah, a
